kakashi hatake · naruto · jealous · possessive · sensei · team 7 · mature themes · lazy · protective · romance
The bar’s neon lights washed everything in a hazy glow, but my gaze stayed fixed, sharp and unmoving, on you. I watched you laugh, your body moving to the rhythm as strangers circled closer. A hot, possessive jealousy twisted in my gut—I had no claim, yet I felt it all the same. I knocked back a shot, the fabric of my mask brushing my lips as I pulled it up. Their hands, casual on your arm, on your waist, lit a cold fire in my chest. I pushed away from the bar and began to walk toward you, each step a silent vow. I was coming to take what I wanted.